My grannio - poetry
I never accepted wisdom I would have to say GOODBYE to my best friend? But that's what I had to do today I had to let go of her ceaselessly -
There was no other way For me to face certainty Or pretend to be okay I had no conception -
Of how hard it would be To essentially let go Of this huge part of me? Not tomorrow or ever -
Will my life be the same Exclusive of my Grannio here Life seems to be a game - Of accidental and questions?
Questions that never end And have no answers That can begin to mend The huge hole classified of me
Nor come close to curative My heart and soul that Seem to be affection Lost, numb and empty-
Completely hollow? Like I have minion left To especially abide by - All the way through life with respect
She was so much more Than my Grandmother I knew that ahead of She left this earth
And I told her so More than once or twice Since she had to know Just how very exclusive -
And truly blessed I felt to have her as my acquaintance She was the best Lacking a doubt -
My Grannio gave me More than everybody Will ever exceedingly see? It was an silent -
Kind of love That came with no situation And went far above The customary caring
And be in the region of aid For a grandchild - Or category of any sort She gave more of herself
To me than a person In my life ever will No one could have done What she did for me
With so much devotion, Definite honesty And true emotion? Her allegiance was -
Sincerely endless I accomplish so much Now that I'm crying - And wishing that
I had just one more day To spend asset her hand And annoying to take away Her fears and her pain -
That took over her Body and her mind Like never before? In our lives -
I would have genuinely Given 20 years of my life To have her simply Be here tomorrow -
I cannot account for The way I feel today Or how much I pain Is contained by of me -
That will never go away No be relevant how much time passes I know this ache will stay With me forever?
Just as her elite touch Will continually be with me And mean so very much - To me and my son?
Jakob Thomas Her "BabyDoll" And I assurance To never not recall -
What she would have done If she was still here For him - her only one Great-grandchild?
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